***REVISED EDITION***

Bonnie threw her hands up in mock surrender, keen to move on from his outburst. "Yes boss, whatever you say boss." Her response was playful and there was a flirtatious glint in her eyes he found he enjoyed. Frank couldn't help but like the way 'boss' had sounded on her tongue. His gaze flickered up to her slender wrists and his brow crinkled. Now really wasn't the time or place for him to be thinking about how good they'd look pinned down above her head. No, not when he had Laurel to think about. That and Bonnie was way too out of it to realise how that had sounded to him. He felt something stir within him, a sensation he'd become familiar with whenever he was in the blonde lawyers presence. To think he hadn't even liked her when they first met. That all seemed like a lifetime ago.

"Why don't you just help me finish the bottle Frank? Just like we usually do." Bonnie offered him an enticing smile, the kind he usually couldn't resist. She picked up the bottle, waving it in his direction with the cap off. Resisting temptation had never been his strong suit and he really could do with a drink.

"You have court tomorrow Bon, would be awful unprofessional to drink anything more now wouldn't it?." His tone dwindled as he followed the bottles sway with keen interest. Bonnie could be good company when she wasn't acting so prissy and uptight. That and she'd always had a fight in her that he admired. Frank liked his women strong. The women he was serious with anyway.

Bonnie pushed harder, wearing down his convictions and tempting him to join her. She was determined to equal the playing field. Bonnie recognised that he'd spotted the bait, the next step was simply to hook him with it. "Alternative suggestion Frank. How about you catch up and then we get coffee." Bonnie kept the smile light, it danced across her lips playfully. "All you have to do is meet me half way. I'll be half sober by the time you're half drunk." Bonnie concluded her statement with a wink, pouring a fresh measure of vodka into the crystalline glass. "Don't tell me you've never wanted a taste?" She asked, dropping her tone to a more sultry level.

Oh he'd wanted a taste alright, but that wasn't what she was offering him. Frank smirked, scratching at his beard. But of course Bonnie was right. If he started now then he could meet her half way and they could get coffee before turning in for the night. Then it'd be straight to court in the morning just like old times. Except these weren't old times anymore. Everything had changed after he'd killed Lila. Frank still remembered how his hands had felt around her throat, how the light had faded from her eyes as she ceased to exist. That was how it was supposed to have been with his father. Sam should never have helped him get out of jail, he found himself thinking suddenly. Sometimes he still believed he deserved to rot in there.

However, some things had stayed the same, Frank was still Annalise's 'odds and ends' guy and he still seduced a new brunette L1 with each fresh intake but Bonnie was-well she'd passed the bar. A bitter taste filled his mouth, one that Frank struggled to swallow. It wasn't the first time he'd felt jealous of Ms Winterbottom's success but now wasn't the time for that. Now was the time for them both to band together, his petty resentments didn't matter now. Ever since the K5 had screwed everything up in their lives by killing Sam, Bonnie and Frank needed each other more than ever.

Frank released a shaky breath and Bonnie raised an eyebrow. "Frank?" She questioned, watching him with sudden concerned. She's started to lower the bottle, a frown marring her expression.

"It ain't nothing Bon." He replied but she didn't seem convinced. "Aw hell with it, why not." He stated, returning to the seat opposite her and reaching for glass she had filled for him. Frank drained its contents in one, slamming the glass back down as he waited for a refill.

Annalise's vodka of choice ripped at his throat, burning with acidic satisfaction. Frank didn't normally opt for the clear spirits. He was more of a beer and whiskey guy. But still, alcohol was alcohol and free was always good. At least it was free until Annalise crucified them both for taking advantage of her supply. Bonnie grinned at him, a genuine smile for once and she poured him another measure, mentally noting it was his second glass. "You know I had four of these? Maybe five, I'm not so sure now…"

Frank nodded, picking up the glass once she had finished pouring. He was certain this was a heavier measure then the ones she had opted to imbibe, but then again, Bonnie had been desperate, maybe she'd been just as heavy handed with her own drinks. Bonnie did have the look of a woman wanting to forget her own name and Annalise's vodka was certainly the perfect drink for that. He downed his second glass, slamming the crystal back down atop her desk. "Another!" He exclaimed, quoting a film he couldn't quite remember.

"Sure," Bonnie replied with a smirk, pouring him a third glass. She picked up the crystal goblet before he had a chance to take it and inspected the liquid. "Funny." She muttered, musing over a concept he was certain went above and beyond his station. Bonnie merely found it strange how such a pure liquid could hold so much pain and anger within it. Drinking could make you forget, make you feel you were strong again or bring the weight of everything you felt crashing back down on you. It had the power to build or destroy. She could see now the allure it held for Annalise. Bonnie could imagine her drinking alone, fighting the effects of the alcohol until she finally succumbed to whatever drunk induced mistakes she was bound to make. Maybe vodka would be the only thing that Annalise ever allowed to have control over her. The thought was concerning indeed. Bonnie frowned, worry flooding through her. She just hoped one day Annalise would actually let her in. But with things as they were, that seemed painfully unlikely.

"Sure Bon, it's hilarious." Frank replied, taking the glass from her and freeing her from her thoughts. Their fingers touched for a brief moment and he felt a familiar electricity course through his veins. Frank wondered if she felt it too. He always hoped she did but her expression betrayed nothing. Bonnie watched Frank's eyes glaze over with hunger, a hunger that soon disappeared as he shook himself free of its restraint.

He downed the glass, meeting her gaze with an intensity he reserved for a special few in his life. He opted to pass her the glass instead of slamming it down on her desk this time. "So, you think you can turn this all around?" He asked, clearing his throat as he watched her carefully. Conversation had to flow, the subject had to change, something. Frank had found himself distracted in a way he hadn't anticipated and he needed to bypass it. Yet he hadn't prepared himself for the guilt that would follow his question.

Bonnie slumped back into her seat, her mood shifting back to self-defeated. "I don't know Frank, maybe?" Guilt washed over him as he watched her self doubt take over. Bonnie took a swig from the bottle and he reached forward in protest. "I'm not Annalise I can't do what she does, I-..." Tears clouded her vision and she turned away from him, wiping her eyes with a fierce motion.

"Hey, hey, it's alright." He said in a soothing voice. "It'll be ok Bon, it always is. Just-eh, pour me another one and I'll drain my next from the bottle. Then we get coffee and I'll cook us something to sober up Delfino style." Bonnie nodded in agreement but said nothing. She poured her colleague his drink and watched him swallow it in one. Bonnie proceeded to pick up the bottle and bring it to her own lips, she barely got a hint of the foul liquid before Frank pulled it away from her and finished the bottle off. There had been much more vodka left than he had expected. He suddenly felt rather nauseous.

"Frank?" Bonnie asked concerned, noticing the colour drain from his skin rather suddenly. "Frank are you alright?"

He nodded in response, clutching his stomach. "How in holy hell does Keating put that shit away?" He asked, praying he would not vomit.

Bonnie laughed softly, "I wonder how in 'holy hell' Annalise does a lot of things." Frank smiled at that, pleased to hear her in better spirits.

"Coffee?" He asked, thin lipped as he still battled the sudden onset of nausea.

"Coffee." Bonnie agreed.